There is an old Asian proverb that says "I hope you live in 'interesting' times."
Last night was one of them.
Flight lead was [Our Lord and Saviour] Fuzzy, #2 was Shawn, I was in the third seat, and Boogieman was 4. We were tasked with destroying the runway at Onch'on. Each had 9 durandals, 1 and 2 had 3 82's just for fun and Myself and 4 had a Magnum.
At about 12 miles from target, I was painted by AAA radar, and let my Magnum fly. Boogie took out the search radar at the target site. On the ingress from launching the magum, I took AAA pretty badly, and had to limp the rest of the mission. I dropped my durandals, althout they didn't hit, I suspect because I was flying with "the ball" comfortably nestled on the far right side. Fuzzy, Shawn and Boogie all did a phenominal job at killing the runway.
We all egressed, and Fuzzy was playing decoy to keep the sams off the rest of us. He did a nice job, because when I try to play decoy, I never live.
As I made my descent to final, my sled only got more squirrley to fly, and I had to hold left stick and right pedal, and landed with the nose pointing more toward the local McDonalds than the other end of the runway. I have done some crosswind landings in a real Cessna 172, but this was rediculous. I managed to keep it on the runway (which had dissappeared from a server glitch) and when the nose wheel touched down, I guess it was bent too, because I could only turn left in varying degrees.
This was one of the most demanding/entertaining missions I have been on. I was amazed that Fuzzy dodged all those SAMs, and I managed to keep my sled in the air. Boogie I think was the best of us all, because the bad guys acted like they didn't even see him (How did you do that?)
Great flight guys, I look forward to flying with you all again.
P.S. Have you ever been in a Turkish Prision? LOL